After saying this, Mo Jiu hung up the phone without giving the other party a chance to speak.
Oh my god, even though I'm separated by the phone, I can still feel the coldness coming from the other side. It's so penetrating!
belch……
After eating too fast, her belly was finally full and she burped.
"Are you full?" the man asked patiently.
Isn’t this nonsense! There were more than ten plates of large meals on the table, and she almost ate them all by herself. How could she not be full?
"Have you had enough?"
Mo Jiu nodded again.
"Then should we do something else?" The man in sunglasses rubbed his hands and smiled coquettishly.
Mo Jiu raised his head, smiled, and blinked his cute big eyes, "It's ten o'clock, and my mother called me home."
The man in sunglasses had goosebumps all over his body, "Sister, it's already four o'clock in the morning. Is it too early for your mother to call you home?"
Having said this, the man took a step closer to Mo Jiu, put his big hands around her waist, squeezed her restlessly, and put his chin on her shoulder, "Tell me, what should we do during this long night?"
Feeling the faint smell of perfume on the man's body, Mojiu wrinkled his little nose in disgust.
This man is really a slut. As a man, what kind of perfume do you use?
Suddenly she remembered the faint smell of tobacco on Long Qingtian's body. For some reason, she suddenly felt that Long Qingtian's smell was better.
With a deft move, Mo Jiu stood up in a flash. His posture was too strong, and the man's chin had no support, and he almost fell to the ground. Mo Jiu held the man's chin with one hand, patted his face with the other, and looked down at the man, "
Little brother, when your hair has grown, come and tease your sister again!"
Looking at the gloomy look on the man's face, Mo Jiu was in a good mood. He sat down on the sofa next to him and turned on the TV.
The man was teasing instead of teasing her. When he saw Mo Jiu curling up in a ball and hiding on the sofa, the man's livid face couldn't help but laugh at himself when he thought of the girl squatting and crying under the street lamp.
Many TV stations had no programs, and snowflakes were falling and making rustling sounds.
Sitting curled up on the sofa, Mo Jiu's head gradually became heavier and her eyes became heavier and heavier. Perhaps she realized that the man had no ill intentions at all. She relaxed physically and mentally and gradually fell asleep.
After adjusting the temperature of the air conditioner to the appropriate temperature, turning off the headlights and turning on the night light, the man slowly walked up to Mo Jiu with his long legs, knelt down and looked at the girl carefully.
As he slept, Mojiu looked like a hedgehog that had withdrawn its thorns. His palm-sized face was so white that it was almost transparent, and his long eyelashes were trembling slightly. He seemed to be sleeping very uneasily, but it was inexplicably arousing pity.
She folded her arms and tried to huddle into the corner. Her huddled body was so small that it made people feel inexplicably heartbroken. But she still seemed very uneasy and her body was trembling.
"Alas...!" The man sighed heavily, his fingers touched the girl's cheeks, kneaded them gently, and finally settled on her slightly curled lips, "Mojiu, Mojiu, it's only been ten years, why have you forgotten me?
Damn it, I miss you every day, you have no conscience! Huh, someone like you should be cut into pieces to vent my anger!"
He spoke casually, but his eyes were so gentle that they could drop water. He quietly reached out his hand and touched Mo Jiu's cheek...
And just at this moment, a loud bang came!
Long Qingtian stood at the door, his tall body seemed to block all the light. When he saw the man's movements, his condensed brows released a fierce murderous intention.
